The world is scary
simply because we let ourselves
be frightened
Wake and sleep
are two sides
of something else
We've found fantastic remedies
to get us over the hill
In this building
there are spaces allotted
to the tenants
who pay their ransoms
I hear some of them urinating
close by,
walled in by walls,
flushing their toilets;
peeing being the jokes,
flushing being the laughters,
hollering down the sewage pipes
The body is secured
in its shape,
until there is a shapeshift
I'm at the edge
of my coffee mug
What else is there?
The books that I've bought
take up positions
like Roman legions,
some heavily charged,
ready
like trembling inter-continental
missiles
in their Midwestern silos,
hiding
in the shining wheat fields,
bulging
to the horizon
I scare myself
with remaining time,
looking for some sympathy
from the devil
for wrong-doings
The years amass
like migrating birds
in fall,
everything deepening
like Leonard Cohen's voice
in You Want It Darker